Monday, August 4

For me, days like these are once in a blue moon, but what they lack in frequency I suspect they make up for in intensity, because despite the abundance of blessings in this girl’s poured-out, good-to-the-last-drop life, I can’t see anything but lack on these days.

Lack of love.

Lack of laughter.

Lack of meaning.

Lack of purpose.

Lack of applesauce in the applesauce container, because it somehow ended up in the cottage cheese container…..

Lack.

And the thing is, no amount of cat posters or inspirational mumbo-jumbo can change my heart on these days. Sure, tried truisms can shift my mental status, but they can’t squelch my sorrow. My mind may buy into the “It’s not so bad” mentality, but my heart will have none of it. So, instead of wooing my woes away with a cute cat meme, I will acknowledge my bottomed-out-blues and add my name to Habbakuk’s, because in all my lack, He is still my Lord, and if I can be glad in nothing else, I will be joyful in God my Savior.

I am a former Kindergarten/First Grade teacher saved by Jesus. Although I'm out of the classroom and into a life of volunteering, I still enjoy the more-than-occasional foray into the world of education for my kid-fix.